Hi All,
Another view. This poem is in the public domain at
http://beattiesbookblog.blogspot.com/MalNZ
Christchurch bookseller bares her soul........
A poem
I'm tired.
Tired of the bruises and the pain
in my heart, and in my brain.
Tired of the feelings deep inside
that bubble up with tears
I cannot hide.
I'm tired of images I can't escape,
on paper and screen,
in dreams when I sleep.
I'm tired of friends not knowing what to do.
They listen, but don't hear what I say.
They don't understand.
I'm not complaining,
but I can't celebrate that I'm alive
while part of me is there, in the dust.
I've shared the fear with those who didn't survive.
How will I cope?
How will I move on?
I don't know.
Maybe tomorrow I will take a less painful step.
Maybe I will be able to lend someone a helping hand.
I will survive, this I know,
and so will the city I'm proud of.
Some other tomorrow I hope people will understand
how grateful I am
for all the support,
and the messages of hope.
But today, tonight – I'm tired.
Mary Sangster, Children's Bookshop, Christchurch
1 March 2011
in response to the 6.3 earthquake in Christchurch.
Emotionally I couldn't do the 2 minutes silence, but this popped into my head instead.
